Pray To Forget

Captain.

I step aboard the starship Enterprise. I Can hardly contain my breath. I gasp aloud in the complete awe.

"Beautiful isn't she?" Kirk asks. His voice alone was alluring.

"The ship, indeed, is entrancing," I agree.

"C'mon Torah, we'll get you something new to wear."

Kirk strides down the hall, I make quick steps to catch up. As we pass through the corridor, crew members part like Moses's Red Sea in Human Christianity. It is accompanied by nods and choruses of "Captain".

"You are the Captain of the Enterprise, yes.. Mr. Kirk?" I ask as we trot down steps to a lower deck.

"First of all, you can call me Jim. Second, yep. This is my ship."

"That must be a great honor to you, Mr. Kirk--- Jim--- Captain." I struggle with what name to call him. He chuckles at my linguistic hardship.

"What about you, Torah Carys? That's quite a name."

I blush at the Captain's compliment.

"I am-- was, a sage of the Papal Mainframe."

Kirk-- Jim, looks puzzled. "Isn't that some sort of religious cult?"

"No!" I snap kind of defensively. The Mainframe was my home, the Church was my family.

He holds his hands up in defeat. "Okay, not a cult. Sorry."

I purse my lips as we turn into a room with many outfits. "Just pick one." Jim tells me.